Page 17 of You Again
“Dash-”
I ignored my brother and stared at the woman who looked like she hated me with the fire of a thousand suns. “It’s you or we go to another firm,” I threw out.
“Goddamn it,” my brother grumbled, while Henley was more colorful with her response. “You’re a real bastard, you know that,” she spat.
I didn’t confirm or deny her accusation. Making sure Arnold didn’t benefit from her was more important than her opinion of me right now. “The choice is yours.”
“Dash, what are you doing?” Scott asked. “If Henley doesn’t want our account-”
“Oh, she wants to work on our account,” I argued. “She just doesn’t want to work withme.”
“And I don’t blame her,” he countered. “Hell, I don’t even want to work with you half the time.”
Ah, brotherly love.
There was nothing else quite like it in the world.
“What’s it going to be, Henley?” I asked, not caring that she was probably plotting my death right now.
“I’m going to kill you,” she snarled.
See?
Scott started pacing and mumbling shit and I knew I needed to wrap this up. Once Scott got to pacing, all bets were off. I knew he was feeling blindsided and I knew he detested that feeling. “What the fuck?” he kept mumbling over, and over.
“Henley?”
She shot me a scathing look and walked over to my brother. He stopped pacing and eyed her. She stuck her hand out and said, “It would be my pleasure to work with Weston Technologies, Mr. Weston,” she bit out between clenched teeth. “Please have a seat, so we may discuss how Salinas Advertising and Marketing may further enhance your vision for your company and its valued customers.”
Scott took her hand but said, “I’m going to regret this, aren’t I?”
Henley’s fake smile was still in place as she replied, “I am confident that we can work well together to ensure a positive experience for both sides. I understand it’s you who is in charge of the business side of things for Weston Technologies. I’m sure we will be able to handle things smoothly from here on out, Mr. Weston.”
I watched silently as Scott dropped his head back and ran his hands down his face in frustrated defeat. When he looked back down at Henley. “I think Mr. Weston is ridiculous at this point,” he drawled out. “Call me Scott.”
Henley inclined her head. “Scott.”
Scott looked over at me, and he looked like he wanted to throw blows with me. “Are you going to tell her, or shall I?”
Henley’s eyes flew back and forth between me and Scott. “Tell me what?”
I stuck my hands in my pockets and didn’t say a word.
“Oh, for fuck’s sake,” Scott exploded.
“What?” Henley asked, her voice touched with a bit of panic.
Scott shook his head and looked back at Henley. “Henley, I’m not the one you’ll be working with,” he finally said. “We’re promoting Dash’s visions and ideas and future programs and software. It’s the reason he’s here.He’sthe one behind everything that is Weston Technologies.”
I watched Henley pull out a chair and crash down on it. Her head was next as it fell with a thump against the tabletop.
And another thump.
And another thump.
I finally walked over and placed my hand in between the table and her head. When she looked up at me, I smiled at her. “Hey, babe.”
“Goddamn it,” Scott mumbled again.
